As the leaves fall
Yellowing
Like aged
Paper
Thoughts turn acrid
And curl like cigarette
Smoke rising from a butt
Ground out on my arm.
Step into this
Decay and
Experience
Dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty
Crucified on a plank of apathy
Immobile
For the cold
Duration.
Huddled in isolation,
To sleep the winter away.